Sciamachy [Peterick AU]

Chapter 3

Patrick stood in his warm shower letting the water drip down his spine and then return to the sewers or the ocean. Really...where did it go? He wondered. This is probably why he's a hooker, he didn't have the education to actually go somewhere in life.  He tended to think about what he could've been, a singer, a writer, hell, even a college professor if he really tried hard enough. He sighed wishing he could turn back time and change his decision. He liked the people he worked with, they were nice, could be money whores at times, but that's what they were all doing; working for the money. Blowjob by blowjob. He didn't like how he had to make money off of his body, modeling would so not be his first choice. 

He stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel and dried off his body then, wrapped the towel around his waist grabbing a set of boxers to put on. He let the towel drop and put the boxers on and then grabbed his money off the table and counted up how much he had made that week. He was quite short this week, he believe it was because of the girls. He was $200 dollars short, not enough to pay the apartment bill; he thought he'd probably have to go suck some dick again, not in his best interest to do while he's off work, but it's the only way to keep the apartment. 

He put the money into his small safe he bought, where his home was wasn't the most secure or safe place. The inside of the door had been kicked out and replaced with cardboard and above him was a kinky gay couple and below him was elderly people that had sex way too often for his own comfort. And even part of the roof was starting to cave in, he had told the owner of the building about it but, he totally dismissed the problem. Patrick sighed to himself softly and walked to his bed, which was the pullout couch that had bed bugs on the mattress portion; when he first bought it then, spent what he considered a "fortune" buying another mattress. He was never a fan of unsanitary places but when he got kicked out, he became accustomed to it and just enjoyed life for what he was given and thankful he was given a chance to live. He laid down on the pullout bed and fell asleep to the sound of the sirens of the city.

"Fuck Jack!" Was yelled by the upstair apartment, a loud thudding noise coming from the room above Patrick. He woke up, groaning, what a lovely way to wake up?  He thought.  The couple from upstairs had been a pair of nymphomaniacs their names were Jack and Alex, oddest and most sexual couple at that. Patrick got up from the "bed" and walked to his pile of clothes and picked out a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey v-line shirt. He slipped them on, managing to find of pair of shoes that weren't disgusting they'd been a pair that Kellin gave to him, it was a gift from his usual 'Vic' but they were the wrong size shoe and Kellin wasn't going to say anything, too kind, too shy; that's the kindest way to put it. He grabbed a five from his safe and then locking back up, he needed a cup of coffee to start the morning, he'd walk across the street to a run down 7/11 that was very close to shutting down due to sanitation issues so all their prices had lowered just so people would buy their things. Patrick bought every morning a vanilla Starbucks drink in the tiny glass bottles. He grabbed a bottle from the back of one of the freezers and he grabbed a small candy bar just for the hell of it. He walks up to the cash register as he hears someone behind him.

"Hey there kid," Said someone, Patrick swore he could recognize the voice from somewhere.

Behind him stood was the man he had slept with the other night, he was buying a bottle of Pepsi and a box of condoms. 

"I'm not a kid," Patrick grumbled, his tired eyes and exhaustion did not make him look or sound happy at all.

"Someone must've fucked you the wrong way," Pete said, Patrick so happened to remember his name. 

Patrick mumbled, "Whatever" and paid for his coffee and candy bar and walked out. He left to walk to his corner with Kellin and the girls; he could swear he sensed someone following him. He had mentioned it to Kellin, but he thought Patrick had just been going crazy or some sort.  

Patrick had 7 clients today, 3 blowjobs and the rest was just full on sex; nothing too exciting. He'd counted his money leaning against a wall with cigarette smoke blowing in his face from Kellin.

"I'm going to leave a bit early today Kel," Patrick said.

"Got a date?" Kellin asked smirking.

"No, I just don't feel right. I'll see you tomorrow." Patrick said folding the money and shoving it into his pocket.

"See ya man." Kellin spoke as a few of the girls waved goodbye.

Patrick walked back to his apartment feeling so unsafe today, as if he had a lurker and that was never a good feeling to have. It had begun to get darker sooner as the nights were soon to be getting colder and that meant less income as he could tell he'd be getting sick more. As he turned around a corner all could hear was a dark tone of someone saying, "Hello...Patrick."